Many years ago when I was a keen cyclist the hall where the W.I. met was also used as an event H.Q. for time trial meetings. Of course there was a notice board up for the Ugeley W.I. which obviously was the subject of great mirth to the cyclists. Us young ones at the time were easily amused.

My father was born in Worcestershire lived much of his early life in Wyre Piddle, a very picturesque village. As children (born and living in Kent) we were taken there by him to visit but had to recount the trip at school; it did cause much giggling.

In my teens I once courted a lass from the village of Pity Me Co. Durham. Never did find out the true origin of the name.

Wikipedia notes a couple such as:

The coffin of St Cuthbert was dropped near Pity Me on the way to Durham, at which point the saint implored the monks carrying him to take pity on him and be more careful.

Or, coming to the location during a flight from a Viking raid, a group of monks sang the 51st Psalm, the Latin version of which includes the words "Miserere mei, Deus", which may be rendered in English as "Pity me, O God".